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Beyond The Rails
I wonder about the world
the things we think
we know
the things that we forget
I’m writing you on my hand again
how all of the things
that seem gone
have become part of us
how every day is tomorrow
before today
and yesterday, tomorrow
we are as ghost as gravity
life—a cold moon
lit shoulder
and aren’t we all just falling
stars with nothing to hold onto
but each other
disappearing like darkness
at dawn—we dance
to the slowing drum
of our dying hearts—
dashing through
life like midnight trains
We were different days of the week
for love (poems) and loose leaf (paper)
I’m writing to you from
the last day of summer
from the last
little
wild flowers
kissing my ankles
from the last drop of love
in a bottle
Don’t Drink Me
we lived in the space between
sock and slipper
two loose shoelaces
in the bloom
of a shoe
box
and each time
I can feel you
dissolving
in the wrinkles
of my palms
you held tightly
the taste of loss
pinching the little
bones in your hand
the melody of our memories—
broken to notes
darling, we were dancing to burn
I Fell In Love With You Tomorrow
Over and over
I’m riding kisses
through the bell hills
of your snow white lips
hiding in the silver
charm around your neck
hanging like an ornament
on the bare tree line of your
collarbone
I think I am trying to tie together
pieces of something that never was—
the way that people
find shapes in the stars
little dipper—I wrote you
a goodbye letter and I
didn’t know it
I’m still orbiting the horizon
in our closet of comets
dressed in dreams
we never had
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